there are gains for all our losses,

there are balms for all our pain;

but when youth, the dream, departs

it takes something from our hearts,

and it never comes again.

we are stronger, and are better,

under manhood’s sterner reign;

still we feel that something sweet

followed youth, with flying feet,

and will never come again.

something beautiful is vanished,

and we sigh for it in vain;

we behold it everywhere,

on the earth, and in the air,

but it never comes again!